Ciri was orphaned...during the second war with Nilfguard. Had no idea what to do with a young girl. So I did what I would have with a boy, and took her to Kaer Moren.

I get the feeling that dream's important--running frantically through the forest, the Wild Hunt--they're the last things I remember. I wake up, trying to relive the dream and the memory, hoping I'll find some guidance. Some clue to grab on to.

I'm a Witcher. Heard you wondering about my swords. Well, one's for monsters--the other, for humans. Only got one prick, though. In case you're wondering about that, too.